Sara POV

He pushes harder into me. I can feel him inside of me and it fills me with disgust. I feel so dirty, and being out here in the wild, there's no way you can truly wash that feeling away.

"You should be happy with my punishment. I ask you to do one simple thing, wash all of me and my buddies' clothes...and what do you do? You stand up to me, as if you had a choice." He grunts and pushes deeper into me. I hate this, I hate my life. That's all I can think about. I think about ending it all, but my one anchor in this world is Emy. At the end of the day, the only person that can help me is Emy, and honestly I don't know what I would do without her. I wish she would get here sooner so I could be cradled in her arms and let my fears magically wash away. She doesn't know anything about this. She knows about the emotional torture that I go through everyday, she's a witness to it, but she has no clue about what goes beyond the tent flaps. She doesn't see the scars that are down there, my scars of shame. The reminders of an angel that almost made his way into my arms, my miscarried son.

"I'm sorry." I say through clenched teeth. The pain is tearing at me, My face is already wet with tears and I can feel a fresh batch escaping my eyes. My face is expressing my torture and he sees it immediately.

"Hey, look at me!" He stops his thrusting and forces me to look at him with his thumb and index finger clenching my chin. I can't stop the tears from flowing down my face as I start to sob. Where did everything go wrong?

"Please...stop. I promise I won't defy you ever again."

He sighs and looks at me in the eyes.

"I can't do this." With that, he gets off of me, off the cot, and pulls up his jeans. I hear the zip of his zipper and the clinking of his metallic belt buckle.

"You fucking ruin everything Sara. What's wrong with you? I didn't even come because of you!"

He puts his arms through his shirt as I pull the blanket closer to me. He walks to the flap of the tent and abruptly turns around, eyeing me with his death stare, and I already know what's coming.

"You can expect double punishment tomorrow." He looks at me like I was some sort of useless animal and closes the flap, leaving me in the darkness of the tent, to be drowned in my own tears of shame and pity that I have for myself.

The tears come instantly, gushing down like a waterfall. I've never loved Bruce. The love that I thought I had for him at the age of fourteen was pure lust. The night he took me away from my innocence was the night I realized it, and something much more important. I realized that night that not only did I not like Bruce, but I didn't like men. I had been pondering about the feelings I had towards women for two years before that night, and I became absolutely sure that I was gay. For sixteen years after that night, I identified myself as a lesbian, but didn't tell a single soul. How could I? My parents, the homophobic pair that they were, would be engulfed with rage and disappointment towards me. I would've been shunned from my community, my school, my friends. Bruce was a curtain to hide behind, and he seemed like the perfect man for me, in the eyes of my parents. The boy who always obeyed my curfew, never missed a birthday or Valentine's day, always made sure to open my car door, promised not to do anything sexual (which was the biggest lie I've ever heard of), and the perfect reason: He had saved my parent's life.

Only he did it for his own good. He abused me starting at the age of seventeen, my parents clueless than they ever could be, and said that I would always be his no matter what. I didn't believe him, I couldn't believe him, but he made sure that I was aware of the fact and surprisingly he kept his promise. He had lost my parents trust when they found out that he had cheated on me, but regained it quickly when he saved them out of my burning home, while I was out, coincidentally after he told me that he had to cancel our plans for that night. I came home early, not really in the mood to have gone out. It was about 12 A.M. when I saw him drenching the house in gasoline and setting it ablaze. I ran towards my house in horror, my parents probably roasting to death inside. He looked shocked to see me, but a grin soon covered his face when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Before I could say no, he told me, "You say no, and I tell 911 that it was a prank call. They turn back around...and your parents will die. And you...you could've done something to save them. But you said no. Do you really want to live with that Sara? Do you?" How could I say no?

Ever since that day I've been living in what can only be described as hell. It's going to be another sleepless night for me.

Tegan POV

His body lunges at mine. I quickly sidestep his attack and push him down with my elbow.

"YOU KILLED MY FRIEND!" I kick him in the stomach until he's wheezing and doubling over on his side. Some sheriff, doesn't even have the guts to get back up and defend himself. He spits the blood out if his mouth and coughs relentlessly.

"Honey, it ain't murder if you starved the person to death." He says with a cold look in his eye. I should kill him for what he did to Jeremy. I should attack him full on with my axe and chop him into little pieces, only to be fed to the zombies. But I'm the adult here, I'm the only human being here who still has her morals and values.

I lean down next to him and grab a fistful of his dark hair, putting his ear next to my mouth and say to him through clenched teeth, "I should kill you right now, you worthless piece of shit."

"You should...but you don't have the balls. Even after what I did to your shitty friends." He coughed up more blood. I looked at him in confusion, he had only hurt Jeremy? He shifted his eyes to a tied up Lindsey in the corner and smiled. No...no...

"Ah, cat got your tongue? More like your lady friend got mine...and more. That's right, I fucked her, and guess what? She enjoyed it. Probably even loved it. And you know what else? I'd do it again if I had the chance."

I didn't hold back. I punched him in the face over and over and over. I kicked him in the stomach until my foot went numb from the feeling. I hit him until my knuckles bled. How could he? The worthless piece of shit touched MY Lindsey. He tainted MY Lindsey. He scarred, starved, and tortured MY Lindsey, MY Ted, and MY Jeremy. Jeremy will not have died in vain.

I hit him one last time for good measure. He laughs as he coughs up more blood.

"You know how you said you should kill me?" He asks through broken and bleeding teeth.

"Yeah."

"How come you didn't kill me just now?"

"Because I want you to suffer."

He laughs as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out something shiny and small.

"That's where you went wrong."

"BOOM!" I don't know where the bullet landed, but it didn't land on me.